Sunday again!

Posted 11 months, 3 weeks ago at 2:07 am. 2 comments

Sunday itself was actually a pretty interesting day.

The weekend had already been extremely exhausting. My tendency to wake before the alarm, while pretty damn useful on weekdays, is nil but a hindrance on weekends. Sure, it provides for mornings full of kissing, and usually a nice big breakfast, but it does absolutely nothing when it comes to sprawling out in bed for a few extra hours. It’s a downright pain in the arse.

Ashley had planned an awesome BBQ, complete with vodka jelly, so we had to be up moderately early anyway.

So we woke, went through the usual morning ritual of yelling at his dumb phone alarm and contemplating breakfast, and headed out to Southbank. Lucky for us (she typed sarcastically, full of utter disdain and contempt) there was a bike race being conducted right through were I’d intended to park, and finding a path through the crowds, bikes, and other motorists, was a complete nightmare. I eventually made my way to mine/Scott’s trusty movie park, and we were on our way.

We weaved in and around a couple of cyclists, walked through the designated pedestrian crossings and found ourselves in a group mostly consisting of cyclists that’d dismounted, eager, cheering fans, or similarly disgruntled fools who didn’t bother checking that there was a major cycling event (I won’t make that mistake again) before heading out for a nice, peaceful day with their family and friends.

After I phoned Ashley to confirm where we were meeting him (and what he was wearing, as per Nathan’s request), we started to wander over to the island - a cute little area with a couple of BBQs and picnic tables, a suitable area for a quiet, secluded lunch - when we bumped into one of Nathan’s ex’s friends.

I’ll be honest, I was displeased. There was no “Hi, I’m *misc*”. No initial niceties, no “may I borrow your boyfriend”, just a “I need to talk to you”, or something equally blatant, followed by roughly a minute of stern conversation, a few scathing glances, some hugs, some more way less stern conversation, at which point I decided I was fed up with standing in the rain and I wandered across. I ended up introducing myself, with the usual polite handshake and eye contact, and for some reason, found myself getting pretty upset about the whole thing.

After a day full of consideration I suppose I may’ve overreacted - but I’m still not entirely sure I think it’s entirely appropriate to pull someone away without apology - not to mention, after a consensus, I’m not the only one who thought it was pretty fucking rude.

That said, I put my arm through his and felt myself on the verge of tears for some stupid reason - I guess I’m not so used to being confronted and glared at like I’m the bad guy. It’s not like I went on a mission to steal someone’s boyfriend. Fuck, I didn’t even know he -had- a girlfriend. And, taking into consideration that nothing happened while they were together (nothing even remotely happened), I don’t understand where the scathing looks are coming from. I’m not an evil succubus.

I came to the conclusion that I’m pretty much okay with the scathing looks though. He’s definitely worth a few scathing looks.

Anyway. We went over to the island to greet everyone - Ashley’s awesometastic parents were there. Mavis is hilarious - she’s always so friendly and considerate, and she was happy to get into the vodka jelly with me, which is something I admire. I hadn’t really spent a whole lot of time with Rod before today, but it turns out that he’s awesome too. They joke together, and they’re supportive of Ashley. I love it.

We were the first to show up - and I think the boy of the hour was worried that noone else was going to come, so I did my best to put on a super cheerful face and get into the spirit of things. The vodka helped.

I’ll finish this post tomorrow, kids. I’m really tired and my eyes are becoming increasingly heavy.